We are the warriors of tomorrow
for all pups or anyone who wants to learn
Knight
Fleet-footed
12-16-2020, 03:05 PM
Artorias' eyes lit up with the fire that burned in his soul. The boy held a lust for combat and glory, to stand up for justice and fight wickedness with bloodshed. Yes, he had fanciful ideals of what the world could be like, but let none say that his goals weren't noble, nor that he didn't do everything he could to attain them. Dunkan confirmed that he was going to mold them into warriors, the greatest that the Hallows could produce. That was exactly what he wanted! And if this older wolf, a templar of their pack, was saying he would do just that then Artorias believed him. After all, Mom had selected all of these wolves to be in the pack for a reason. Dunkan wouldn't be here giving them this lesson if he was anything less than capable. Sudden footfalls coming closer made the blue boy turn to face his approaching sister, tail wagging in greeting to Daphne. Looked like it was going to be a family training session! That was good. Of all the wolves Artorias worried about, it was his family's safety that he concerned himself with the most. If he, Rudy, and Daphne could become capable fighters, that would take a load off of his mind.
Dunkan began to lesson shortly thereafter, instructing the pups with demonstrations and instructions. Defense came first. It made sense to young Artorias; after all, the greatest offense was nothing without a stalwart defense to back it up. As Dunkan went through the motions, Artorias did his best to imitate the larger wolf, from the placement of his paws to controlling how his ears laid back against his skull. Eyes, ears, throat. Those would need to be guarded at all times. Artorias listened with an intense expression on his face while the templar described how each maim could happen and how it could be avoided. This piqued the boy's interest, as it not only taught him how to protect himself, but also taught him of different places to aim for on his opponents. Eyes, ears, throat. The three points worked both ways. Artorias narrowed his eyes, trying to focus on Dunkan all the while as he assumed a rudimentary fighting stance based on his instructor.
Then Dunkan went on to explain another vulnerability, one that Artorias had never considered before: the groin. His eyes blinked wide in shock. Wolves would really try to attack them there?! I guess that makes sense. In a real fight, everything can be a target, he thought to himself while trying to push back the shudder at the thought of teeth going anywhere near that part of him. Tails. Tails were another part he'd need to keep protected. Artorias experimented with tucking his tail between his legs, keeping it out of the way of possible threats while shielding his underside. Artorias was briefly reminded of the tortoise he had fought before, and how it had almost all of its body tucked inside a shell of armor, save for its tail, which he had used as a weakness. Tails were weak spots on everything, it seemed. Dunkan paused then, and Artorias raised his paw with a question. "I have a question!" he started. "Are there any rules in a fight? Things you're not supposed to do? Or does anything go?" Was there even such thing as honor on a battlefield? Artorias had no idea, but maybe this seasoned veteran would.
"Speech" | Thoughts
One big happy family
Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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